My Bonny Light Horseman
“We all feel better in the morning, don't we? The dreads that come in the night are generally chased away by the rising sun, and, by and large, we get on with things the next day, come what may.
I get up, stretch, and look out the window at the new and strange city laid out before me, just now emerging from the mists of the morning. Imagine that, little orphan Mary of Cheapside, Boston, the Caribbean Sea, and late of the American frontier, now in Paris, the City of Light. I reflect that God ...does work in some mysterious ways, and also start to think that this job might have some side benefits, as it looks to be a wondrous city.
I raise the window and am pleased to see that it does, indeed, open. I stick my head out and look up and down the street. It is not a bad neighborhood, really—it doesn't stink too much, there is no open sewage running in the gutters, and there appear to be several interesting shops lining the curbs.
And there is a drainpipe right next to me, coming down from the roof and going all the way down to the street.MoreLess
I get up, stretch, and look out the window at the new and strange city laid out before me, just now emerging from the mists of the morning. Imagine that, little orphan Mary of Cheapside, Boston, the Caribbean Sea, and late of the American frontier, now in Paris, the City of Light. I reflect that God ...does work in some mysterious ways, and also start to think that this job might have some side benefits, as it looks to be a wondrous city.
I raise the window and am pleased to see that it does, indeed, open. I stick my head out and look up and down the street. It is not a bad neighborhood, really—it doesn't stink too much, there is no open sewage running in the gutters, and there appear to be several interesting shops lining the curbs.
And there is a drainpipe right next to me, coming down from the roof and going all the way down to the street.MoreLess
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